automagic fix of typos in songs/

songs/Bardic/Leis_a_Lurrighan.sg

@@ -6,11 +6,11 @@
 \[Bm]On the ocean o‘he
 Waves in \[D]motion o‘\[A]ho
 Not but \[F#m]clouds could we see
-O’er the \[A]blue sea \[Bm]below
+O'er the \[A]blue sea \[Bm]below
 
 Islay loomin‘ o‘he
 In the gloamin‘ o‘ho
-Our ship’s compass set we
+Our ship's compass set we
 And our lights we did show
 \endverse
 
@@ -18,12 +18,12 @@ And our lights we did show
 Leis a \[Bm]Lurrighan o‘he
 Leis a \[D]Lurrighan o‘\[A]ho
 In the \[F#m]grey dark of evening
-O’er the \[A]waves let us \[Bm]go
+O'er the \[A]waves let us \[Bm]go
 
 Leis a Lurrighan o‘he
 Leis a Lurrighan o‘ho
 In the grey dark of evening
-O’er the waves let us go
+O'er the waves let us go
 \endchorus
 
 \beginverse
@@ -46,7 +46,7 @@ As the cold winds did blow
 
 Captain hollers o‘he
 To his fellows o‘ho
-Those that won’t stay with me
+Those that won't stay with me
 Let them go down below
 \endverse
 

songs/Traditional/Follow_me_up_to_Carlow.sg

@@ -6,13 +6,13 @@
 
 \beginverse
   \[Dm]Lift MacCahir \[C]Og your face
-  \[Dm]Brooding o’er the \[C]old dis\[Dm]grace
+  \[Dm]Brooding o'er the \[C]old dis\[Dm]grace
   That black FitzWilliam \[C]stormed your place,
   \[Dm]Drove you \[C]to the \[Dm]Fern
   Grey said victory was sure
-  Soon the firebrand he’d secure;
+  Soon the firebrand he'd secure;
   Until he met at Glenmalure
-  With Feach MacHugh O’Byrne.
+  With Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.
 \endverse
 
 \beginchorus
@@ -21,16 +21,16 @@
   \[Am]Now FitzWilliam, have a care
   \[C]Fallen is your \[Dm]star, low.
   \[Am]Up with halberd out with sword
-  \[C]On we’ll go for by the lord
+  \[C]On we'll go for by the lord
   \[Am]Feach MacHugh has \[G]given the \[C]word,
   Follow me up to \[Dm]Carlow.
 \endchorus
 
 \beginverse
   See the swords of Glen Imayle,
-  Flashing o’er the English pale
+  Flashing o'er the English pale
   See all the children of the Gael,
-  Beneath O’Byrne’s banners
+  Beneath O'Byrne's banners
   Rooster of the fighting stock,
   Would you let a Saxon cock
   Crow out upon an Irish rock,
@@ -40,11 +40,11 @@
 \beginverse
   From Tassagart to Clonmore,
   There flows a stream of Saxon gore
-  Oh, great is Rory Oge O’More,
+  Oh, great is Rory Oge O'More,
   At sending loons to Hades.
   White is sick and Lane is fled,
-  Now for black FitzWilliam’s head
-  We’ll send it over, dripping red,
+  Now for black FitzWilliam's head
+  We'll send it over, dripping red,
   To Liza and her ladies.
 \endverse
 

songs/Traditional/Spanish_Lady.sg

@@ -10,8 +10,8 @@ At the hour of twelve at night,
 Who should I see but a Spanish lady
 Washing her feet by candle light.
 First she washed them, then she dried them
-O’er a fire of amber coal,
-In all my life I ne’er did see
+O'er a fire of amber coal,
+In all my life I ne'er did see
 A maid so sweet about the sole.
 \endverse
 
@@ -29,7 +29,7 @@ Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
 Brushing her hair in broad daylight.
 First she tossed it, then she brushed it,
 On her lap was a silver comb,
-In all my life I ne’er did see
+In all my life I ne'er did see
 A maid so fair since I did roam.
 \endverse
 
@@ -39,19 +39,19 @@ As the sun began to set,
 Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
 Catching a moth in a golden net.
 When she saw me then she fled me,
-Lifting her petticoat o’er her knee,
-In all my life I ne’er did see
+Lifting her petticoat o'er her knee,
+In all my life I ne'er did see
 A maid so shy as the Spanish lady.
 \endverse
 
 \beginverse
-I’ve wandered north and I’ve wandered south,
-Through Stonybatter and Patrick’s Close,
+I've wandered north and I've wandered south,
+Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close,
 Up and around the Glouster diamond
-And back by Napper Tandy’s house.
+And back by Napper Tandy's house.
 Old age has her hand laid on me,
 Cold as a fire of ashy coals,
-But in all my life I ne’er did see,
+But in all my life I ne'er did see,
 A maid so sweet as the Spanish lady.
 \endverse
 

songs/Traditional/The_Rattling_Bog.sg

@@ -19,7 +19,7 @@ And the \[G]bog down \[D]in the \[G]valley-oh.
 \endverse
 
 \beginverse
-Now on that tree there was a branch...
+Now on that tree there was a branch\dots 
 A rare branch, a rattlin' branch;
 The branch on the tree,
 And the tree in the bog,
@@ -27,34 +27,34 @@ And the bog down in the valley-oh.
 \endverse
 
 \beginverse
-... branch...
+\dots  branch\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...twig...
+\dots twig\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...leaf...
+\dots leaf\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...nest...
+\dots nest\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...egg...
+\dots egg\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...bird...
+\dots bird\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...wing...
+\dots wing\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...feather...
+\dots feather\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...flea...
+\dots flea\dots 
 \endverse
 \beginverse
-...rash...
+\dots rash\dots 
 \endverse
 
 \endsong

songs/Traditional/Ye_Jacobites.sg

@@ -33,7 +33,7 @@ And leave a man alone to his fate.
 
 \beginverse
 Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
-And leave a man alone to his fate...
+And leave a man alone to his fate\dots 
 And leave a man alone to his fate. 
 \endverse